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I’ve met him all right. He just made me come two minutes ago.
The thought sends a ripple of pleasure flooding between my legs.
“Oh, cool.” I nod, still feeling completely awkward, but also needy for more from Joshua. The longer I stay here, the higher the risk of me begging him to take me in every possible way—tell him to fuck me raw and rough on his desk, against the wall, the bar, the floor.
Shit, was he saying something? “Well, it was great seeing you.” I smile weakly, retreating a couple more inches.
“We should catch up some time when it’s not weird.” He laughs, and it makes me chuckle.
“Sure.” I shrug, not committed. I spot Joshua across the room and duck in front of Rocko to keep him from noticing the exchange. “Listen, I need to go. Good seeing you, though.”
I give him an awkward wave and flee before he can stop me. The last thing I need is to explain to him I was just in there being dry humped by his brother because I’ve negotiated his services for the thrill.
Urgh, this ruined the night. Old memories surface. Shame drenches me like a tidal wave of black sludge. Can I ever feel clean, worthy of my pleasure?
Yes, with Joshua.
I hope.
As soon as I climb into my car, my phone buzzes in my purse. I scramble to retrieve it once my doors are safely locked.
Joshua: I can still smell you on my fingers.
My thighs clench. Heat floods through me as I reply, eager to play this game.
Me: I can still feel the lingering sensation of your fingers inside my pussy.
I let out a giggle as I imagine the look on his face.
Joshua: You’re a filthy little slut. Touch your pussy and tell me if it’s still wet for me.
There’s no doubt I’m still soaked. The man has a magical touch.
Me: I’m so wet, aching.
Joshua: Rub your clit for me.
People laugh as they walk by, startling me. Not the time or place.
Me: No.
Joshua: RUB YOUR FUCKING CLIT, RED.
Demanding man. If I were home, I’d gladly do it. With a defeated sigh, I reply.
Me: Night, Joshua.
I start the car and go home. Alone.
Unable to sleep, I test the water in the bathtub and slip into its warm depths. Joshua’s still prominent in my mind, the echo of his touch still humming on my skin. I reach for my phone, careful not to soak it as I reread our text exchange and smile. He didn’t respond after my last one, and I can’t help feel a little disappointed. I’m tempted to write another message, tell him I’ve been tossing and turning because he has my body so wired, sleep eludes me. But I bottle it and throw my phone over on a pile of fresh towels.
Dipping my head under the water, I run my hands through my hair and freeze when I hear a distorted thumping. Bolting up, water splashes over the side of the bath and my heart begins to pound. Did I imagine that?
Thump-thump.
Shit. I dart from the tub and grab the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, covering my naked form with it. My phone pings with an incoming message.
Joshua: Little Red, Little Red, let me come in…
Oh my God. Maybe I underestimated him.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I see his silhouette through the glass panel of my front door and my heart begins to pound for an entirely different reason. Before I have the door fully open, he pushes his way in, making my breath flee my lungs.
His broad, dominating build cages me in, backing me into the wall of my hallway.
A meaty hand wraps around my throat, and he leans down to my ear. “The wolf is hungry.”
My thighs clench and stomach pools with an ache only he can relieve me of. “Then take your fill,” I growl through the small pocket of air he allows me.
Tutting, he wags a finger in my eye line, then releases me, stepping back, resting his back on the opposite wall. “You’re going to give it to me.”
“No,” I challenge, but my tone gives me away. It’s breathless and needy. My nipples have peaked, showing through the silk robe, the dampness from my skin causing the fabric to cling to me like a second skin.
“I want to see you,” he tells me. There’s no edge to his tone this time, and that makes my heart skip a beat. “Show me all of you, Little Red.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask boldly.
He grins, darkness storming in his eyes. Darting forward, he pushes at my shoulders, ripping down the fabric and stripping me of my robe.
A heavily inhale, then a hiss passes his lips as his eyes devour their reward. My chest heaves in rapid breaths, my pussy flooding with need.
I like his eyes on me.
